Rearranged

We used to blow things up

Make little wars and stuff

Now I just watch the screen instead

Roll over and play dead

But I still see my friends at night

Like holy angels shining

In the blinding light

They're making it big, doing it right

They've been on holiday again

The exposed bulbs and reclaimed furniture looks familiar

But don't we like it anyway

I wonder if they ever fight

I wonder if they drive at night

Consider swerving in to the oncoming

The oncoming lights

The oncoming lights

Oh the oncoming lights

The oncoming lights

I wonder if I had the choice

And if you'd even hear my voice

If I was brave enough to sing the song to protest everything

But I'll just turn the bottle up

Until the air is thick as muck

You'll only end up looking dumb

If you pretend to give a fuck

And this road curves

Gentle round the bend

Loosening my grip

Into the light I'll send it all

Oooh, it all

For every act of terror reigned

On our soft and spongey branis

And now the wiring's rearranged

The oncoming lights

The oncoming lights

Oh the oncoming lights

The oncoming lights